The Secret Life Of Willow Sera (spn)

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Willow Sera

"It's been one week since you looked at me,
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry."

I had gone into a state of shock. All I could do to cope was lay down and listen to music. Currently, One Week by: Barenaked Ladies blasted in my ear. Maybe if I play it loud enough, it will overcome the ringing in my ears.

My mother was all I had left. I have no other family members or close friends or anyone really. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it over my head.

Then, I remembered something my mom had told me when I was younger. She said that if anything would happen to me, I needed to call a number. Whoever answers that number is my father. But what was the number?

I closed my eyes and tried with all of my might. I know my mom told it to me to the tune of "8675309".

"2348045." I sang instinctively. That was the number. I grabbed my cellphone from my pocket and turned off my music. My shaking fingers began dialling the number. A few rings sounded, and I was about to loose hope. But then at the last ring, a man picked up. His voice was gravelly and stern.

"Who is this?" The man yelled into the phone.

"Uhh...Willow Sera. I'm calling for a Singer." That was my father's last name.

"Bobby?" The man's voice softened.

"Yes sir." I retorted.

"Well, I'm afraid Bobby has passed away." I was silent again. Somehow I had lost both parents. I'm a friggin orphan.

"No, uh, that can't be. He's all I have left." My voice cracked on the last word.

"We're you family?" The man asked. Who was he?

"Yes. Can I ask who you are?" I said, tears trailing down my face.

"I'm Dean Winchester. Listen, you sound like you could use some help. Where are you?" Dean asked. I'm guessing he was trying to make his voice kind, but it sort of sounded like he was throwing up.

"I'm at the University of Georgia. My dorm is 21A." I said.

"We're on our way." Dean said quickly before hanging up. Now I was more confused than before. I closed my eyes and waited for Dean Winchester.

But then I realized that someone needs to plan my mother's funeral and tell everyone the news. I fell asleep within minutes, exhausted from the intense worrying.

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knock knock knock

I was awoken but someone knocking on the door. I glanced in the mirror and saw my face was red and my hair was everywhere. Oh well.

I unlocked the green door and swung it open. And I was very surprised by what I saw.

There were two very large men standing before me. The first was tall, about 6 feet. His hair was short and golden blonde and his face was exceptionally chiseled, which was weird. The second guy was huge, at about 6'5". His brown hair hung to his shoulders and his eyes were a kind sort of green.

"Are you Willow Sera?" Asked the shorter man. I recognized his gravely voice to be Dean Winchester.

"Yes...hi." I gave an awkward wave.

"Well, this is my little brother Sam. Can we come in?" Dean asked.

"Little?" I muttered as I gestured for the two giant men to come in. I'm relatively tall at 5'10", but these two made me feel small and insignificant.

"So, spill. How are you related to Bobby?" Sam asked once they sat down on my measly kitchen table.

"Well, I've never actually met him, but according to my mother, he's my father."

"Father? That's impossible. Bobby didn't have kids."

"Maybe he didn't know about me. All I ever heard was that he left soon after he met my mother. Bobby told her that he had to leave for work, and she never saw him again." I explained.

The two just stared at me in shock.

"We're Bobby's adoptive children, I guess. All his life, he wanted children of his own." Sam said, shocking me with his words.

"So you have no one? No other relatives." Dean asked, sitting beside me.

"No one." I whispered.

"Well congratulations! You now have two older brothers. There's no way you're going to be left alone." Sam said. I smiled and there were tears in my eyes.

"Thanks, but I know nothing about you. We have to go get lunch and talk." I said.

"It's a deal." Sam said.

"Let me change. I'll be 5 minutes." I said and ran into my room, leaving two large men in my tiny kitchen.

"Whoa." I muttered. In an instant, everything had changed.